New ArHi FF - Reward (An alternate IPKKND)

So, my internet connection went extremely slow. I couldn't go on with my fishing for ArHi FF. *Life and soul* I started writing my own to cut myself some slack. 😆

This FF is a continuation from the point when Khushi sees Shyam in Arnav's home at the pooja and finds out of his deceit. Here, ASR has his brains where his brains should be and his aggression properly focused as well. 😉 And, BTW, Khushi is aware of this. Oh yeah. So, whatever acidity she has, has turned her heart into "My daddy can do anything" stuff. She IS protective of Arnav's heart break towards Shyam's revelation but, as girls always believe, she trusts that her Arnav can handle anything and even if he breaks, she is there to handle him. 😉

So, she plans to go ahead, and tell Arnav about it all. And rest, as they say, is history.

The idea of this FF was taken from a Cynster novel (A Raizada clan on its own *wink wink 😉😉*) by Stephanie Laurens, The Secret Lover. The idea credits goes to it. The words and situational presentation are my work.

Behold ye all, for here I present,

Reward - An Arhi FF

Chapter 1: Skepticism

Scene: Khushi is coming back from Shantivan after crying on Arnav's shoulders regarding her bbroken marriage. Arnav is frantically asking Anjali regarding her whereabouts and is trying to call her. Khushi is ignoring his calls.

Khushi reaches the Devi Maiyya temple and is caught deep in the web of thoughts regarding the way her life has messed up. In front of her, there is a family of a couple and their two children - a boy and a girl. The boy is about four or five and the girl kid is just one and half or more. She is in her father's arms, who is just out of his driver's seat. His wife asks him about something and he gives his daughter to her to bring something back from the car trunk. As soon as he is back, his princess is again in his arms. It was as if his life was caught inside the little kid. Suddenly there was honking from the back and he needed to shift his car from its current position. His wife takes the kid from him to send him to move the car. Within seconds, the toddler starts squirming in her mother's arms. Her mother puts her down, keeping an eye on both the kids. The girl, on her wobbly knees starts moving towards Khushi. Khushi bends down to play with the kid. He starts pulling everything Khushi has - her hair, her nose, the cotton balls on her arms, the phone in her hands. Khushi hands it over to the little governess whose palms are too small to contain it. She catches it with all the strength she has, pulls it over her head and throws it with all might. But alas, the phone had already slipped from her palms as she pulled it back. It fell, jumped and reached the roadside. Before Khushi could go and fetch it, it was crushed under a speeding bike which came out of nowhere. Khushi reflexively grabbed the kid and moved near the main temple area.

It is not to say how stunned the kid's father was. Stunned. Yes. No other word could express his state. He stood, unmoving, staring at the space. As his daughter started coming towards him on her wobbly feet, he noticed where he was and what had just surmised.

His life had come to his throat at the same moment when he was getting strangled, it felt like it.

He took moments to recover. Only when his kid started filling his face with her dainty kisses, he came out of his stupor. He did not blame anyone. He did not rebuke anyone. He just went to Khushi, apologized for her phone and thanked her for his life. And then he wiped the girl into his arms and rushed to thank Devi Maiyya. This was what a man could do. Think rationally, and shoulder his responsibilities, even when his love of life is in danger.

Khushi couldn't help but imagine Arnav at the father's place and Anjali at the daughter's. And this gave her all the answers to her skepticism. She would talk to Arnav. He can handle it. She just has to have a little faith. That, she can do. Afterall, her Laad Governor was her personal Salman Khan.

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